Those long legs that seemed to make him float above the ground, not across it, and then there was the package. Rather large, with shiny black skin and that very long sheath. Hiding the bright red shaft that seemed to grow in size the every time she looked at it or thought about it. Now the blush was really creeping up her neckline.He could smell her fresh scent. She had cleaned up before changing clothes and returning to him. He didn't mind, not really, but the less adulterated her real scent, the happier he was. Just before reaching the door to the cabin, the breeze shifted and the smell of exited female wafted to his nostrils. They flared, and he dropped the pack to take in as much of that smell as he could. Then he slowly turned around and gave her that 'I'm hungry for you, too' look. She stopped dead in her tracks. How had he known she was thinking that?"Are you reading my mind?"He stopped and stared at her for a moment. Then he deliberately pointed his muzzle at her crotch and
He had already accidentally let her into his mind once, just the jumbled surface, and she had seen a glimpse of HIM, not the body, but of his pure self. She had seen a little of what he truly was and it had nearly wrenched her from this world and sent her to the afterlife. It had been unintentional on his part; that meant she must have some minor ability at communicating on a level most humans think of as parlor magic tricks. With her sensitivity to emotions and surface thoughts, forcing anything into her psyche could do serious harm. He had to be very careful if he was going to do this.She watched him go completely still, his eyes glazing over, staring into a distance that was far beyond the walls of the cabin. She had seen that look before, in her grandfather's eyes when she had asked him what it had been like during the war. And just like in that afternoon with her grandfather, she could feel a chill in the air. He had gone to a place in his mind that must have been very lonely and
She fought the urge to throw up. She took several deep breaths, finally calming her insides down. She sat up slowly and took another small sip from the canteen. Feeling herself return to almost normal after a few minutes, she finally tried her voice again."What was that? I was looking through your eyes, wasn't I? You were a Roman soldier, weren't you? That giant black wolf attacked you and you killed it. It infected you with something that turned you into this, didn't it?"Her voice was barely above a whisper; hoarse from her ragged breathing and the screams she hadn't heard ripping out of her throat.Damien nodded his head, not quite meeting her gaze. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose. He was relieved that his effort to keep the deeper emotions and the raw pain of his experiences from overwhelming her had succeeded. Still, he could tell she was drained from the experience. He needed to give her time to truly comprehend the full ramifications of what he ha
He kept his head right in front of her face, looking into her eyes. Yes, love. I will care for you until you are old and gone. Forever. The Fates are fickle and cruel with me as well. I am not immune to their cruelty; in fact, I suffer more than you will ever know. He crooned at her,"Aaaarrrrrroooooooooooahhhhrrraaahhhh! "Professing his love to her. She smiled. That beautiful smile; it warmed his heart. The happiness lasted for a few minutes. He grew serious again, knowing that he needed her to see the rest. He sent out a gentle caress into her mind, sensing that she was once again calm.She felt it, that feeling he was looking into her mind, her soul, right INTO her very being. She realized that there was more, and looking back into those deep blue pools, she nodded, and thought, 'Show me.'The edges of her vision clouded over again, and she felt herself falling into that deep blue water, those icy cold depths. This time it was different, the deep blue wasn't quite so cold this ti
Well, not completely, but who knows, maybe that Jew was right, all can be forgiven if you believe. It hadn't worked in his case, but maybe this was different. He had seen others like himself before, but they avoided each other. No one wanted to get any closer to another than they absolutely had to. He still wasn't entirely sure how his own curse had been passed to him. Luckily, none of his victims ever rose up to become like him, and as far as he could tell, he had never passed this curse onto any living person either.He had to think of her now, how to fix what he had done. He tried remembering what he had learned from those weird monks in those ragged peaks in the East. They had accepted him at face value, neither judging nor fearing him. They knew what he was and that was that. He had traveled to them seeking advice and they had given it freely, without any expectation of payment, nor wanting any either. He had lived with them for over a hundred years, and they never once revealed
'Time; and guilt. I could never really surrender myself to the pure bloodlust of the wolf creature. When I finally did change into a full wolf, I ran and ran, deep into the dark forests of early Europe. I took up with a pack and decided roam free and live like a wolf. Only hunting animals and then only to eat, not just to kill.'"So, now you have the body of a wolf, but the mind of a man?"He shrugged. Then nodded.'Most of the time, but not always; sometimes I forgot who I had been and would just live like a wolf. The curse always kept me alive, no matter how bad my wounds were; eventually I would heal. When I would wake up after one of these massive healing slumbers, I'd remember who I was, and start the cycle over again.'He stopped pushing his thoughts into her mind. It was too risky to continue. He was out of practice and he didn't want a repeat of his earlier mistake. He would stick to the facial expressions and body language from now on. Perhaps later, when she was more comfort
She watched him as he used his paws to pull out the remnants from a previous fire in the fireplace. Once he had removed that, he walked outside and came back in with a log in his mouth. He placed it in the pit and walked back out to get the next. When there were several logs in the fireplace, he looked over at her and raised a single eyebrow, as if to ask 'Is this okay?' She smiled and nodded,"Yes, that's perfect."She reached into her pack and removed a magnesium stick and proceeded to light the fire. While she was doing that, he nosed into the pack and removed a blanket and put it in front of the fireplace. It took some maneuvering, but he laid it out and tugged at the corners to get rid of the wrinkles. She marveled at how adept he was at using the body he was in to manipulate the items from her world.He lifted one paw and looked at her, indicating that she sit on the blanket. She sat down with her legs folded under her. He stepped over to her and nosed her legs, pushing at her.
Elena sat up, releasing his head. He met her gaze, and then flicked his tongue out, just barely catching her on the tip of her nose. She giggled and then leaned forward and hugged him, squeezing him hard, until he grunted. She let go and leaned back, putting her arms behind her to prop her up.Damien let his gaze follow the curves of her body, when he got to her crotch; he chuffed and then looked up at her face, then looked back down to her crotch. She looked down to see what had amused him so much and then she cursed. The light blue of her denim had turned very dark right in the center; she had soaked through her panties, leaving a large damp splotch in her jeans. Before she could stop him, he stuck his nose right in her crotch and sniffed. He kept his nose there, and then looked up to meet her gaze. She looked down at him and grinned, blushing a very deep red. When she didn't push his head out of her lap, he went one step further. He pushed his tongue out and licked at the damp deni